‘Twas not the moon
 

'Twas not the moon that caught my eye,

Nor a comet's tail that swept the sky,

I vouchsafe I may swear that I,

Was diverted by my Valentine.

 

'Twas not the stars that shone so bright,

Nor spotting birth signs 'cross the sky,

But a pretty girl with a tempting smile,

Who said she'd be my Valentine.

 

'Twas not the lightning bug that shines,

Or will-o'-the-wisp's mysterious light,

But legs and lips and more besides,

That add up to my Valentine.

 

© Joseph G Dawson